The Games We Play

The Games We Play

I woke up thinking about

the 12.23.17 Wilkes Barre Healing piece

I posted yesterday.

I felt I needed to say

a bit more about it.

I know the blaming or burying

game we play

doesn’t solve grief for us.

We can blame ourselves

as much as we want

all we are doing

is adding more energy to it.

Yes, the energy of condemning ourselves

for something we had no control over

just adds to it.

I also know the burying game

doesn’t work either.

There is an emotional energy with it

that needs to be released.

Burying grief or any other strong emotion

doesn’t work

because it never addresses

the energy of said emotion.

I actually appreciate the act of crying

it is a physical release of energy

 associated with whatever you cry about.

Now when it happens

I mentally tell myself

to really cry it out,

let all the energy of it out.

It’s funny especially as a male

I felt I was supposed to bury hurt,

I was supposed to blame myself

when I got hurt for letting it happen,

I was supposed to shut down

my crying response

because it wasn't "manly."

Now I feel all of these

are counterproductive

they don’t allow you

to diffuse the energy of grief

they bottle it up inside you instead.

Then it winds up finding its way

back to the surface

sometimes years later.

Why?

Because you never dealt

with releasing it

or letting go of it.

You’re hanging on

in this vain attempt

that somehow that makes it better.

It doesn’t.

Letting go of those emotions

allows the love that was there

to remain in your memories

without the attachment to the energy

of how painful the loss was.

For me, you need to lose the energy

of the grief or anger or remorse or blame

or whatever it is that so pains you

before you can truly heal yourself.

Then you can allow the love

and the beauty of the relationship

to see daylight again

and to experience the whole reason

of why you grieved so deeply;

it was because you Loved So Deeply.

Let go of the blame and burying energies

or whatever they were for you

and let the love you so deeply held

for them see the light of day again.

Let that smile

that washed across your face

when you saw them bloom again.

Let the loving energy of the one you so loved

blossom in your life once again.

Memories can be powerful reminders

of the very love you shared

and why they meant so very much to you.

Then when those memories come again

that loving smile you had for them

will bloom again.

That loving energy you had for them

will express again

and warm your heart.

That love you had for them

will wash over you

with a gladness

that you’ve welcomed

it back into your life.

You’ve welcomed their love

back into your life.

All My Love Always, Keith

The Wilkes Barre Healing

The Healing at Serving Spirit One in Wilkes Barre

Back in late October, I attended Suzanne Giesemann's

Serving Spirit One workshop on mediumship.

I had a healing experience while I was there.

I got up there early and met with a group of people;

we had all met through Suzanne.

We had eaten so much together

the first few days we were there

I passed on lunch the first day of the workshop.

I went back outside to be in nature.

I knew there was a small creek
and some woods out back

with a trail and walking bridge over it.

I walked onto the bridge
and noticed a new friend Lisa Klee

and an old friend Patty Loftus Jones

standing in the middle of it talking.

When I got to them, I knew why.

The stream with its miniature waterfalls

was nature’s music at its finest

a perfect place to stop and chat

and soak up nature’s song.

I stopped to talk to them.

Patty left, at that point; I told Lisa
I think I still have some blocks to deal with.

I had already heard

she had some spiritual gifts and was a healer.

Patty had our group in for a meditation

Lisa led a day or two before

at a nearby metaphysical store.

So when she asked if she could put
her hands on my shoulders,  

I said yes.

She told me I did have a block.

"It is in your right leg."

I explained to her that my right leg

became painful on the long drive up,

13 hours over two days.

Not buying my explanation of it

she said that’s old energy

that no longer serves you

and it’s come up now for healing.

You’ve got to give it back

to the Universe.

She went on to explain a healing technique.

Picture it as a shape and color,

then expand your energetic self

into the stream below us.

Let it flow away with the water in the stream.

Release that energy back to the Universe.

 I tried it and didn't feel it was working.

I told her I think it would be better
if I went down there

and sat on the rocks in the stream.   

She and Patty left the bridge,

and I stood there for a while longer

trying to expand my energy into the stream.

Then I decided I really did need

to be down by the stream to do this
healing release technique she recommended.

As I turned to walk off the bridge,

I noticed she was standing at the end of it

doing something with her cell phone.

I took a few steps and was overcome

with this powerful feeling,

this emotional reaction,

a knowing that this block was my guilt

over not knowing how sick my wife was

before she died.

How I felt responsible
for not getting her proper medical attention

in time to save her life.

How it was my fault, she died!

As I got to the end of the bridge,

I stopped with tears in my eyes

and told her this.

My whole body felt heavy
with this realization

of what the block was.

It was an intense old feeling

that I just now had allowed to surface.

It brought me back to the many hours

 I had spent with a Hospice counselor

trying to work through my grief.

This very thing had come up,

and she told me

"Don't go there; you did all you could."

But right then on that bridge,

I realized the folly of that advice.

I had already gone there!

I had already blamed myself for her death

and her "don't go there" was too late.

I already had,

and now these many years later

I had to face it again.

So I made my way down to the creek

 to where the mini waterfalls were.

I picked a large boulder right in the middle

and sat down.

Settling in and stretching my legs out in front of me

with the water rushing by all around me.

Closing my eyes and focusing

on what she had told me to do.

She had cautioned me
not come up with a negative picture

of the energy that needed to be released.

Lisa said it's all just energy.

So my active mind immediately

came up with a black ball and chain.

Remembering her instruction,

I decided it needed to be a liquid,

neutral, with no emotional charge to it,

just energy finding a way out.

I pictured this thick red liquid

running down the back of my sore leg

and dripping off my right heel

and gently dropping into the flowing stream.

I deliberately had my heal

hanging off the edge of the rock I rested on.

All of its energy released

back to the Universe just like she told me.

I sat there for quite some time envisioning this.

Sitting there with the water rushing away

from the direction I was facing.

After a while, I opened my eyes

marveling at the cool fall day

and all the leaves falling all around me.

Then my vision of this energy

that was being released

became the leaves raining down into the stream.

After a while, a long, strong gust of wind

blew down the stream bed.

Leaves just showered onto the water

and I just knew the healing was over

as I watched the leaves being carried away

by the quickly flowing waters.

I got up and immediately noticed

the back of my right leg felt very cool.

It was a cool fall day,

but my right hip and thigh felt much cooler
than the left

from sitting on that cold rock for so long

and was completely pain-free.

 Now that got my attention.

This was a healing!

I decided to walk upstream.

There was no trail,

so I just picked my way over the rocky streambed,

thinking of Jane, the wife I lost.

Then I came upon a large tunnel

with a peaked roof

made to carry the stream under a local road.

I stopped and gazed

at the scene.

Right at the peak of the tunnel

was a white cross!

It brought Jane to mind again

and the healing I just experienced.

I was taking pictures,

and there were rainbows
in the one with the cross.

I thanked Jane

for being with me yet again this day

and sending me a sign.

When I relayed this account to Patty,

she said: "maybe that's why
you are here this weekend?"

At that point, it sure felt that way to me.

I think this thing we call grief is like an onion.

We keep peeling away at the layers of it.

Often thinking we are done

with parts of it

or all of it.

Only to realize years later we aren't.

We try all these different ways to move beyond it.

To hold the loving memories

and shed the emotional baggage of them

only to find it’s a work in progress.

Even this healing seemed to have an avenue of release

that morphed into something different

the longer I stayed with it

only to reveal a sign from Spirit

at the end of it

as if to say "pay attention

to what just happened."

So I share this in the hopes

this helps others.

I know the Christmas season

often leads us to remember

those we've loved

and who are no longer with us.

All My Love Always, Keith

Still Right Here

Still Right Here

https://youtu.be/uu6wBEZ5nhg

This piece is titled after a new book by Suzanne Giesemann.

A medium and gentle soul I’ve come to call a friend.

She spoke at our church over four years ago

and I remember how moved my new wife Laura and I were

by her presentation and teachings.

I thought I had lost my first wife Jane E. over seven years ago.

She came to me in what I thought was a dream a few months after that.

A golden ring was around her face she was radiant.

Then she kissed me on the lips, and I felt it.

That day changed my whole perspective

on this thing, we call death.

I refer to it as a transition now.

Our energy lives on in a form

we don't quite understand in this realm

but it lives on of that I am sure.

Why because it continues to express itself in wondrous ways.

I remember asking her for a sign one night months after her first visit.

That night an alarm clock radio turned on in the middle of the night.

I had never used it as a radio only as a clock

and when I checked it in the morning the radio was turned to off.

Again I asked her for a sign at work sometime after that

and our song comes on the radio

a tune that never was a hit or got any real playtime.

I just said thank you at that point

realizing some things are hard to comprehend

but they are real just the same.

It led me on a journey to explore my spirituality,

it's led me to find many like-minded people

who have become dear friends

because we have a shared experience

and realize it is an awakening experience

that there is so much more to life

then what we once thought.

It led me to Suzanne over four years ago.

So when Suzanne asked me to help with this video

to promote her new book

I knew it was the right thing to do

I even had my daughter Erin film it for me.

I'm honored to have been one of the many people

Suzanne has touched

with her books and teachings

and who she asked to help.

Mediumship is real.

She's come to me in numerous readings

with different mediums

and unique information

no one else knows.

Yes, she’s still right here.

Her book chronicles four families

who have lost children and their stories.

Reading this book is a journey worth taking

especially if you have struggled with loss

as I have.

It's a journey worth taking 

because its a journey of healing.

All My Love Always, Keith

Old Friends

Old Friends  11.14.17

As I enter the woods this day for my hike,

I’m thinking of an old friend

who reconnected with me this year.

How is it that when an old friend reconnects

with you, it just seems so right.

Now as I set my feet in front of each other

on the trail, in the woods, I feel the same.

As I walk along all the trees, I see

are like many old friends standing there.

It doesn’t take long for me to realize

how much I enjoy walking in the woods.

It’s like old home week.  I just so enjoy it. 

I often feel like I’m in a meditative state

as I hike along.

So is it any wonder my thoughts slip into

thinking of other dimensions.

How many experiences I’ve had

these past seven years or so

that have altered my sense of what reality is.

Now as I walk in the woods.

In a dimension, I can sometimes sense,

there are just as many

lost loved ones, Angels, and Guardian Angels all around me

as there are trees in this forest.

My how many old friends

we all have on this and in other dimensions,

yeah, call me a bit out there if you want.

Isn’t that the truth about reality, though?

We keep on refining our interpretation of it as we go

as we gain more insight and have more experiences

that open us yet again to this miracle we call life.

One thing I'm sure of is there is more to reality

than what our senses let in all the time.

Let your definition of reality be pliable

and see how things start to change.

There's no end to the mysteries

that unfold if we keep our minds open.

All My Love Always, Keith

Grateful

Grateful

Grateful

for the cardinals

flitting around my deck. 

Grateful

for the fall colors

that grace my eyes. 

Grateful

for another day

as a squirrel drinks

from the birdbath. 

Grateful

for nature’s gifts

that surround my awareness

each and every day.

All My Love Always, Keith